Now I Know My ABCs (Second set)

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Disclaimer: I barely know the alphabet--sure don't know Billy or Dom. (In other words: I made this shit up.)
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: R (language and sexual content)
Summary: Twenty-six letters in the alphabet. Yeah, I can manage 26 Monaboyd drabbles. Here's the second set, F through J.

Now I Know my ABCs

F is for Frustration

The door shuts and Dom attacks Billy, pushing him backward until he falls onto the bed, 145 pounds of muscular hobbit atop him. Billy bites hard; Dom bites back. On his hands and knees an instant later, Billy hisses irritably as lube is fumbled for. Dom doesn't bother with fingers--Billy has been ready all day. Nudgepushthrust, and Billy grits his teeth as Dom sets a hard, fast rhythm; he bucks back into the angular hips, meeting the momentum halfway.

Completion comes, desperate and blinding, and both men sprawl onto the duvet, breathing hard.

"Press junkets are hell, eh?"

"Absolutely."


G is for Gasp

"You know what I like?"

"I know lots of things you like."

"Wanker."

"Tosser."

"Fucker."

"Fuck 'er? I hardly even know her."

Snorts of laughter, and Dom pins Billy down. "I was trying to say something nice."

"Well, do go on, then." Billy appears unfazed by his position; he grins up at Dom unrepentantly.

"There's this sound you make sometimes."

"Like what?"

"Like..." Dom wrinkles his nose. "I can't do it." He cocks his head. "Maybe I can make you make it."

"Maybe you should try."

"Maybe I should."

...

...

"That's it!"

...

"I didn't hear it. Make me make it again."


H is for Heartbeat

Billy's heartrate is just a tad slower than Dominic's. He lies with his ear pressed to Dom's chest, one hand at the pulse point on his own throat. It's not a big difference, but they are out of rhythm every six beats or so. He shifts a little, unaccountably disturbed.

"What is it?" Dom's voice is sleepy.

"Breathe deeply," Billy instructs him; Dom obeys. The thudding of his heart speeds and then slows as Billy listens intently. After a minute of Dom's yoga breathing, their heartbeats match perfectly.

"That's better," Billy murmurs.

There is no answer. Dom has fallen asleep.


I is for Idiosyncracy

"What are you doing?"

"Moving your shoes."

"Why?"

"I can't sleep with them pointed toward the bed."

"Tell me why."

"It's just a thing I have. Shut up and move over, I'm sleepy."

"Tellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellme--"

"Will you shut up if I do?"

"Of course!"

"All right, it's this thing my Gran used to say, about... shit. No. Good night."

"Billy, if you don't tell me I'm going to get up in the middle of the night and point every shoe in the house toward the bed."

"Dominic Monaghan, I will kill you dead, so help me."

"Just tehhhhhhll me."

"Oh, Christ..."

[A/N: Shoes should not be pointed toward the bed because it allows the Faery Folk to follow your footprints and find you while you sleep. This is actually my idiosyncracy. Seriously.


J is for Jamie

"How old were you?"

"Twenty-eight."

Dom is hypnotized by the images on the screen. "You look about 16."

"Mmm." Watching Dom watch him on the telly, Billy feels shy. "Turn it off."

Dom does so without protest.

Billy doesn't look at him. Billy doesn't see him lick his lips.

"If I had known you when you were 16 I would have shagged you senseless," Dom murmurs, one hand sliding onto Billy's denim-clad thigh.

"You would have been eight." Billy grins.

"I was pervy from a very young age, I assure you," Dom says, and pushes Billy down onto the couch.